And the sun did come out on Friday. We got up early, set off early and were on the road by 8:40am, which was a bit of a shock for us. Every village we drove through still seemed fast asleep, which made it feel more like 6am. We followed the Ria de Arosa and […]
Thirty-five days were spent in Portugal travelling from the south east to the north west. Admittedly it’s been mostly on the coast, but we feel like we’ve got a sense of the country. We left Caminha at 9:30am and as we crossed the border in to Spain we lost an hour; dang there’s
Driving up the N14 from Porto on Saturday we played a new game of spot the English words. BP and MacDonalds didn’t count and neither did ‘stop’ signs. But there were so many and we couldn’t think of a reason why they wouldn’t be written in Portuguese. Men, women, kids, kitchens, made in, indoor
And then not a lot happened. We needed to stop, recoup and take time to smell the…….fishes. So on Tuesday afternoon we cycled down to the beach, stretched out on the sand and watched the local fishermen doing their thing again. I kept trying to imagine, the tractors, trailers, fish and noise being part
We have less than five weeks to get to Julia and Kevin near St Gilles Croix de Vie in France and we’re not even half way up Portugal. Time to get a bit of a wriggle on. We left the nice campsite at Guincho and drove out to Cabo da Roca, the most westerly
Having said goodbye to Belem the night before, we left the campsite and drove back down to Belem. We waved goodbye to the tower again, turned right and headed along the coast road through Cascais and out to Cabo Raso, where we turned north again and found Camping Guincho set on the hill above
It’s the start of week seven and we’re in the big city of Lisbon. Every day seems to start as an adventure. All of the day-tripping campers wend their way to the bus stop; but which bus stop? Which bus? It’s a muddle of languages, smiles and slightly anxious glances. Are we on the
Saturday morning was ‘travel time’ and we started by leaving Evora and heading back toward the coast. We drove through Setubal, checking out the flea market as we drove past. On the coast road west out of town, we parked on the cliff edge to take a break and eat another picnic complete
It was 11am by the time we left Camping Markadia, crossed the dam at the end of the lake, and set off north along some very straight roads. The scenery didn’t change much, more olive trees, more cork trees with their numbers painted on them, hay already bailed up in white plastic and more
Subtitled by order: Rodney’s birthday On yet another perfect blue sky day, a day that would be perfect for lazing on a beach, we left the coast and headed inland. Gertie Garmin GPS informed us that it was only 77kms to our destination, but we were wary that she might want to
Rodney beat me at our first round of Uno last night. We’d had a drink at the nice bar above the swimming pool at the campsite and I was in fighting form for a quick game, but he slaughtered me, conclusively. There will be a comeback soon and then we’ll see who wins. Weak